Dominos

A soul on a path of destruction and has no real outlet to date Everything done to her without and within They always tell her she has to do this that and the next thing Like a never-ending chain of events she topples over like dominos in a line The sheer amount of weight that she bears day in and day out is so overwhelming that she breaks and as it continues her spirit breaks apart Though no matter how hard she wanted to speak it was in vain because she didnt know how. She wished for a miracle her entire life but there seemed to be no end in sight Her and her wounded soul would be nomore Like a wounded animal with no place to hide from the demons within She covers and hides and masks her frustrations for nobody to see. Though broken and whipped out of shape Somehow she always seems to preserve everytime in every place and every situation that doth arise She always meets it at the pass but one day she will topple like those dominos you do create.